Samara sucked in a long breath. She had gone over this speech a thousand times, but that didn't matter - she couldn't remember any of it when he took her hands in his. He might be supportive now, but that didn't mean he would be later. He hadn't wanted it back then, why would he be okay with it after he knew the truth? But that did not mean she would not tell him. She had gone this far and there was no turning back now. She didn't want to hold onto this secret anymore. She had considered long ago taking the memory of performing the charm on Eli from her mind altogether, but she just couldn't allow herself to live guilt-free of this, especially not when she knew Eli would figure it out eventually and need these answers. It might have been a bit masochistic of her to torture herself in that way, but she felt like it was a beacon that showed just how far she was willing to go for this family they had created so many years ago when they'd first met in the halls of Hogwarts and never left one another's side.
"You were working on a research project in the Department with Benjamin during the war. It was focused on Muggleborns and officially was meant to get them help quickly for treating magical illnesses but you were basically creating a tracking device for all them. The two of you were still working on it when the Ministry fell under Death Eater control, which you remember. You worked on two deceased Muggleborns and two living Muggles during the project, which is what bothered the magical community the most I believe."
She looked down at her hands for a moment. "I knew about your research then. I supported you - I always will. But we got pregnant in January and by May there was the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord and Benjamin was killed during that battle. They were persecuting everyone involved with the Death Eaters, which was going to include you and only you because Benjamin was already dead. Jason was going to lose his father to Azkaban before he was even born to meet him." Her eyes turned a bit glassy at the statement. She hated even the mere thought and she could still remember her despair even now. "I was going to have to raise him on my own and I was never going to see you again." She squeezed his hands.